Bloody sweep of Tokyo's major martial arts gyms?

Trampling on the soles of the martial arts of the Wa Kingdom?

Ye Fan's words exploded in Mei Daizi's ears like a thunderbolt.

The words are not shocking, and the death is endless!

For a while, Mei Daizi's face was discolored, and she was so surprised that she thought she had auditory hallucinations, and she couldn't believe her ears.

"Gong ...... Childe, are you telling the truth?" she asked, trembling.

"Am I joking?" Ye Fan's voice was categorical, every word was like gold, and at the same time it contained absolute confidence.

In a sense, he is not a person who likes to take the initiative to stir up trouble, and has always adhered to the way of "people don't offend me, I don't offend people".

But on this trip to the country, he not only wants to recapture the jade seal of the country, but also has a task on his body, Xiang Lao wants him to deter the heroes, raise the prestige of our country, and become Wu Qingyuan in the martial arts world.

So this time, he can't keep a low profile anymore!

High-spirited and enthusiastic, this is what a teenager should look like!

Ye Fan had already secretly made up his mind in his heart to trample on the entire martial arts world of the Wa Kingdom in an invincible manner!

The next day, early in the morning.

Under the leadership of Mei Daizi, Ye Fan came to the dojo where the Shinto Wunian Flow was located - the training hall.

The way of the Japanese sword is inherited in China.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, the Wa State sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to come to China to learn all aspects of knowledge, and the way of the sword was transmitted to the Wa State in this way, and over the years, many schools were formed.

Among them, the three most prestigious ones are the Beichen Knife Stream, the Mirror Heart Wise Stream, and the Shinto Thoughtless Stream.

It is rumored that Fukui Taira Uemon suddenly realized a swordsmanship technique due to the power of God under the meditation of all thoughts, so it was named "Shinto Wune".

Compared with the other two majors, Shinto Wunianliu's swordsmanship pays more attention to the practicality of fighting, overwhelming the opponent in momentum, and when facing the enemy, the power of one slash can often split the enemy into two pieces, and the power is unparalleled.

And the training hall has also become a holy place for kendo in the Wa Kingdom, attracting countless swordsmen to yearn for it.

The current suzerain of Shinto Wunianliu - Amano Gengoro, is also a famous great swordsman in the Wa Kingdom, with extraordinary strength and respectful status, and it is rumored that even the children of the royal family have learned swordsmanship from him.

Ye Fan used him to open the knife, just so that he could make a name for himself and become famous in one battle.

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The training hall dojo, which covers a very large area, is equivalent to the size of several standard football fields, and Gengoro Amano sits down, with hundreds of disciples and grandchildren.

Ye Fan strode into the dojo, and Mei Daizi was half a body behind and followed.

It was still early, and there were no idle people waiting in the venue, only dozens of disciples were practicing chopping with bamboo knives.

After discovering these two "uninvited guests", someone immediately greeted them, showed an unkind face, and scolded: "Stop! This is the holy land of kendo, idle people are not allowed to trespass, leave immediately, otherwise we will not be blamed for being ruthless!"

When Ye Fan heard this, he said lightly: "I'm from Huaxia, and I'm here to smash the field today! Let your sect leader Gengoro Amano, get out and see me!"

Although his voice was quiet, it was particularly harsh in the silence.

"Whew!Whew!"

The next moment, everyone in the audience stared at him in unison, their eyes revealing undisguised hostility, one by one, murderous, as if they were going to eat him alive.

"What did you say, stinky boy?"

The dojo disciple's eyes were grim, looking Ye Fan up and down, and then he shook his head and said disdainfully: "Cut! It's up to you, you also want to challenge the sect master, are you tired of being crooked?"

"I don't know where the wild boy came from, I don't know how thick the sky is, so I pretended to be forced to come to our dojo!"

"The sect master is a famous swordsman in the Wa Kingdom, with his old man's strength, he can crush this guy with a single finger!"

"Hey...... In my opinion, he just lost his mind and deliberately wanted to die!"

"Boy, isn't it good to live? I've seen someone die, but I've never seen someone die like this!"

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For a while, many dojo disciples in the field sneered at Ye Fan.

At this moment, a low and majestic reprimand came from behind: "If you don't practice your sword well early in the morning, you are noisy, do you want to be punished?"

Hearing this voice, everyone was silent, and at the same time turned around, bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Senior brother, we know that we are wrong!"

The next moment, a tall figure paced out from behind.

Looking from afar, I saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black tight-fitting samurai uniform, a burly figure, shoulders as wide as mountains, and muscles as if cast in copper and iron.

And on his hands, there is a thick cocoon, and he obviously has a high attainment in kendo.

Even from a certain distance, you can feel the powerful aura on him.

However, the most striking thing is the sword on his waist, about three feet long, although hidden in the sheath, it still reveals a fierce murderous aura, I don't know how much blood is stained, and the howl of the resentful soul can be faintly heard.

The burly warrior grimaced, his eyes scanned the audience, and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

As soon as the words fell, a disciple stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Fan and shouted: "Senior brother, this Huaxia kid just said wildly, saying that he was going to smash the field, and he also said that he wanted to let the sect master get out! That's why we're so angry!"

"What? there is such a thing?!" Hearing this, the burly warrior's eyes flashed with a cold glow, like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Boom!"

The next moment, an astonishing power erupted in his body, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Fan, like a monstrous wave, about to crush Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan's face did not change, completely ignoring this terrifying coercion, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

"I am the eldest disciple of the Amano Sect Master, Taro Watanabe! Boy, you are from Huaxia?"

"That's right!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"Humph!"

When Watanabe Taro heard this, he sneered and said: "You Chinese people are the most weak, you were called the sick man of East Asia back then, and you are not the opponent of our Great Japanese Empire at all! As for the Chinese warriors, they are all rubbish, and they don't even have the share of carrying shoes for Shizun! You don't need Shizun to go out, I will deal with you!"

"If you are looking for death, I don't mind pinching the ants to death!" Ye Fan said lightly, his understated tone did not take Watanabe Taro in his eyes at all.

Such contempt completely ignited the anger in Taro Watanabe's heart, making him feel that he had been greatly humiliated.

"Hmph...... What a big breath! Even a single person dares to be presumptuous in the training hall! In that case, I will let you see the swordsmanship of the Divine Dao without thoughts!"

As he spoke, Taro Watanabe jerked the knife out of its sheath, and the blade was pointed directly at Ye Fan.

In the kendo dojo of the Wa Kingdom, bamboo knives are often chosen for sparring between warriors, because they are light, flexible, and less destructive, which can reduce the danger factor.

Further up, there is the wooden knife, which is hard and inelastic, and the power is greater, and if you fight with all your strength, it may cause the opponent to break your hands and feet, so when you use a wooden knife to compete, both sides will wear protective gear.

But now, Taro Watanabe directly pulled out a sword forged from stainless steel, sharpened iron like clay, and pierced gold cracked stones.

He obviously had a murderous intent, and wanted to let Ye Fan's blood splash on the spot and kill Huangquan.

This is a training hall, even if a Chinese warrior dies, the Japanese officials will not pursue it, but will help hide it.

For a while, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and tense, and a big war was about to break out.

Seeing this scene, the other disciples also fanned the flames and said:

"Come on, senior brother, give this Huaxia kid a little color and see if he dares to be arrogant!"

"Hey...... Huaxia kung fu is all rubbish, and it can't compare to the sword of the Wa Kingdom!"

"Kill him directly, it's too cheap for him, just cut off his hands and feet, and let him live in pain for the rest of his life!"

Hearing these words, a touch of cruelty appeared on Watanabe Taro's face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had won the battle, looked at Ye Fan from afar, and said arrogantly: "That kid, my subordinates, don't kill unknown people, report your name!"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and said lightly: "With you, you are not worthy of knowing my name!"